The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrantsGerstäcker, Friedrich
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The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants
Gerstäcker, Friedrich
Germany -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction
[1] One hundred and sixty acres of land is not more than one farmer
would take; consequently, very far short of the wants of a party of
sixty-five persons. Probably the author means it as another satire on
the ignorance of emigrants.--TR.
[2] A sechser is a small German coin, value six German pfennings, or
rather more than an English halfpenny; a cent. I need hardly say, is the
hundredth part of a dollar, or about a halfpenny sterling.--TR.
[3] In German, "du" (thou) is used only in addressing those with whom
one is on familiar terms; but "sie" (you) is always employed either in
speaking to strangers, or to persons whom it is wished to treat with
respect.--TR.
[4] This is much exaggerated; two men can chop and clear--i. e. log and
burn--fifteen acres of hard woodland in fifteen weeks; and allowing, as
is the fact, that land in the condition referred to in the text would
take twice as long to clear as the original wood, still that would only
make it thirty weeks' work for two men. Not the work of several years
for twenty or thirty men, although unused to this work.--TR.
CHAPTER III.
THE PILGRIMAGE TO THE SETTLEMENT.
As the handsome steamer, panting, foamed up the splendid Hudson River,
the Germans were never tired of viewing the wonderfully beautiful, yet
grand landscape, which, in all its glitter, in all its splendour, lay
spread out before them.
The sun, meanwhile, cast his farewell rosy kiss upon the silver-clear
stream, and the picturesque masses of rock which formed its banks,
towering towards heaven, and covered with a dark-green leafy canopy,
glowed in his friendly light with such magical beauty as touched the
hearts even of the rough Oldenburghers, who, absorbed in one continued
gaze, quite forgot to provide for the comfort of their bodies during the
long night which was drawing nigh.
Pastor Hehrmann, lost in deep reflection, stood on the broad fore-part
of the boat; but his eye was not luxuriating in the view of the wonders
of nature which surrounded him, for it gazed dreamily at the red and
gold clouds which passed slowly across the deep-blue sky. He had left
wife and children in the cabin, and thought himself alone in his silent
meditations, when he felt the gentle pressure of a hand upon his
shoulder, and at the same moment his elder daughter leaned her head,
with its curled locks, upon his shoulder.
"Is it not beautiful here, father?" said the dear girl, looking
affectionately into his eyes; "is it not splendid on this wonderful
stream? Oh! to live here, to be able to call one of those charming
little country houses one's own, how delightful it would be! The people
must be very good who live here."
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